An Epitaph of a love one.
The man in the rain, who has been damped with grief.
The last train is leaving, and it has called your name.
Now it is your turn to depart; far from this place were it only rains.
So many things is left unsaid and to have known you in such a short time; seemed almost impossible.
For you remained mysterious in your own way and I really never knew who you were.
Though I held your hand but I never knew your heart.
Though I heard your roar but never heard your cry.
Though I ate and drank from your table but never tasted your pain.
Though I saw your ability but I never saw your weakness.
Though I smelled your scent but never your fears.
But I have no more regrets, just memories of a stranger who although was very close to comfort yet far away from my embrace.
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